It's amazing, worshiping Jesus looks the same in every language. It's such a beautiful thing, something that you can't even imagine unless you're blessed with the opportunity.
And right now, my heart longs for that so much. I'm so deeply missing my beloved friends in Panama and Costa Rica, I miss worshiping with them, so purely, without the lies that somehow have become the norm in the United States.
I'm missing on fire. I'm tired of lukewarm Christianity...
Oh America, how I love you, but how you hurt my heart.
So split....Oh dear Jesus, hold this tender heart of mine.
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